Oh inner voice, prophet of words
I seek a choice, a crude rebirth
The mouth speaks first, the words are clear
The ear and eye obey and fear
The lips are lost in shivers
The hands now join in prayer
Some bow to feel,
Ecstatic feel
The assembly chants the rise of him
The savior one to guide their will
A ceremonial belief
A grand hysteria adrift
Unbound in grace,
They bond inlaced
Alas the blood starts flowing strong
The life comes back to eyes of stone
The righteous words are given
To a spiteful mindless coven
They praise their doom,
They praise a tomb
I am your law
I am your god
Your eyes reborn to see
Your life is sworn to me
Oh dark augur
I hail your tongue
The vision blurs
I stand forlorn
I am your law
I am your god
Your eyes reborn to see
Your life is sworn to me
Top shelf experimental ear candy that will leave you begging for more. Seriously. It is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really good. Fistful of DOOM
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022